West of Zanzibar (1928)
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': I've been waitin' for you.
Mr. Crane: Word comes to me that it's you who's been stealin' my ivory.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': And I intend to pay you for everything.
Mr. Crane: Phroso... the magician!
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Right you are... Mr. Crane!
Mr. Crane: Come on! What's this all about? What are you wrecking that girl for?
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': You'll find out. That's why I brought you here.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': That's Anna's child! YOUR DAUGHTER!
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': When I found Anna... she was dead! And that brat of yours was with her!
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': I had her raised in the lowest dive in Zanzibar... so you could be proud of her!
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': And now I've got a real treat comin' for her... and her father!
Mr. Crane: You're her father... not ME! She's... your daughter! YOURS!
Mr. Crane: Now listen! Your wife never went away with me... Do you hear? She never went away with me!
Mr. Crane: When she found out what I did to you... she hated me!
[members of the tribe parade around in Maizie's clothing]
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': I'm so sorry. I thought you'd gone away, so I gave them your clothes.
Maizie: There's nothing too low for you to do, is there?
Maizie: Yes, I know. I'm too sweet and pretty for a dump like this. I've heard that before.
Bumbu: Me do like you say. Me tell white trader you steal ivory. Three days he be here.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Now, go tell tribe! White trader white girl's father.
Doc: Take this, it will make you feel better.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Break that glass! I might drink out of it... by mistake!
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': I'm particular who I eat with. Feed her on the floor!
Doc: I'm down pretty low, but not so far that I'll stand for this.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Yair? Well, you'll stand for anything *I* say.
Maizie: Say, Mister! Don't get in trouble on account of me.
Doc: I'll eat with her. I'm particular about who I eat with, too.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Get Doc in here to fix my back!
Tiny: Don't let him cut into you tonight. He's full of that stuff.
Doc: You're only a kid. You've still got a chance to be anything you want.
Maizie: So have you... if you'll get hold of yourself. You're not old.
Doc: Not old? From all I've seen and done, I'm as old as Santa Claus.
Babe: He's dead! That means the girl goes with him!
Doc: If she she's going, Dead-Legs will go first!
Bumbu: We come get white girl!
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': We make her ready for funeral here. Bring tribe. White girl funeral always have box.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Evil Spirit come... take white girl.
King Lunkaboola: No believe!
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': [speaking to the newly deceased Anna] He told me you loved him. That's why I never followed you. For all the suffering he brought her... he's going to pay! I'll find him! I'll make him pay! He and his brat will pay!
Tiny: The idea, Babe... wastin' our good gin on them cannibals.
Babe: We've got the gin, Tiny! I put kerosene in that bottle!
Tiny: Dead-Legs is crazy to keep stealin' that bloke's ivory! He'll get nailed, sure!
Doc: We're the ones who are crazy! We'll get nailed... not him!
Doc: Dead-Legs, we've robbed that trader of plenty. Let's beat it before he gets us.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': No. I'm even goin' to send him word where to find the man who's robbin' him.
[Doc starts to speak in protest]
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': I said *No!* He made me this thing that crawls... now I'm ready to bite!
Tiny: Yair, bite! I'll bet that's what the cannibals did to Babe!
Doc: Dead-Legs, if you keep bringin' those black-birds here for your daft shows... they'll tumble to our game.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Forget it, Doc! Get my box of tricks.
Doc: We'll end up being a mess of chops for those cannibals.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': Chops, nothin'. I'm goin' to be king of the whole pack!
Babe: You're lucky! You're just in time to see a big native funeral! Dead-Legs is chief Evil Spirit chaser 'round here.
[a frightened widow is made ready for a funeral pyre]
Babe: It's a lovely custom. When a man dies, they always burn his wife or daughter with him!
[Maizie laughs hysterically with fright]
Babe: That's the law of the Congo... and nothin' can change it.
Doc: You're a puzzle, Dead-Legs. One minute you're a fiend and the next... you're almost human.
Phroso 'Dead-Legs': You ain't here to understand me, Doc. You're here 'cause I need you to keep me crawlin'.
Doc: At that, I guess it's healthier to be with you than against you.